A/N: I've had quite a few requests for for more Jack torture :P And I myself do I agree that I expected more, but hey, there is more. Good things come too those who wait :P
Warning: Contains violence, torture and blood.
You Can't Kill Fear - Chapter 10: Wasted
"Oh what a shame," The words echoed through the lair, and the Guardians turned to the source of the voice. Pitch had returned and was now taking long strides over to where Bunny had Jack pinned down. "So it's wearing off," Pitch muttered under his breath, surveying Jack. Bunny, with his rabbit hearing, had heard what Pitch had said so he asked, "What? What's wearin' off?"
Pitch rolled his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The spell, the thing keeping him alive!" Pitch said frustratedly. He was now standing over Jack, by his side, but not bent down like Bunny was. "Get off him, Aster, or do you want Jack to be hurt," Pitch said, almost concerned.
"I'm not going to get hurt!" Jack exclaimed, starting to struggle again, kicking weakly at Bunny. It made no difference to Bunny, though, being much larger and stronger than Jack was. Jack really didn't like getting fussed over. Normal or not, that was just Jack.
Pitch ignored Jack and said in a more stern voice, "Leave, the lot of you!" Of course the Guardians didn't budge. "We vill not be leaving without Jack!" North boomed, stepping forward.
"Then you can leave with a dead body!" Pitch countered. "Leave us, go, get off him!" Pitch ordered.
"In yer bloody dreams mate!" Bunny breathed, still kneeling down and not moving an inch. Pitch was prepared to face resistance, so he lifted his foot and brought it down hard onto Jack's arm. As Jack's old wounds had reopened, it hurt. A lot. Jack, unprepared for this, yelped out in pain, trying to pull his arm away but it made the pain worse. "Why... Are... You... Doing this?" Jack managed to gasp.
Tooth gasped, flying at Pitch but only to be pulled back by tendrils of Nightmare sand, hitting her against the wall behind her. Bunny hopped back, about to give Pitch a hard punch but he'd dodged.
Pitch smiled, his eyes like slits. "Took you long enough," He said to Bunny, before reaching down to grab Jack by his hair and pull him up. Jack's arm had started to bleed again and the areas in which his old wounds were ached like mad. He attempted to knee Pitch in the stomach but Pitch merely pushed him backwards, making him fall to the floor, his head hitting it hard.
"You will regret not leaving," Pitch said darkly, as more tendrils of Nightmare sand made its way around the wrists of Bunny, Sandy and North, pulling them to the wall with great force. Tooth had already been caught before them, anyway.
With Jack still on the floor, Pitch walked over to him, standing over him menacingly. Pitch sneered, "I have no use for you now. It would be a waste of effort too keep you alive. Might as well have my fun before you die." Jack didn't understand what Pitch meant by this. What he did understand though, was that all this time, Jack had just been a tool to him.
Pitch kneeled down, a small dagger in his hands. He laid it on the surface of Jacks leg, before cutting it, piercing his skin. This dagger was very sharp, so it made clean cuts quite easily. Jack's blood oozed out, staining his torn pants as well as the ground,
The other Guardians could do nothing but watch. "Stop this yer sick idiot!" Bunny had called out to him. Tooth had pleaded multiple times for Pitch to stop, but of course, why would he listen? Why should he listen? Meanwhile, Sandy was trying his earlier learnt trick at his Nightmare sand binds. It was working, but he hoped it didn't take too awfully long. Thankfully, Pitch didn't notice.
Jack didn't make a sound, forced himself not to. Pitch was still cutting at Jack's legs. Jack could feel that the cuts weren't at random, but they were lines and curves. This went on for what seemed like forever. Jack's legs burned. After awhile, Jack didn't take note of how the knife was moving, his eyes were just squeezed shut. The pain was too intense and the aching pain in his head hadn't subsided since just now. When Pitch had finally stopped, Jack tried to make himself relax, but he just couldn't He could feel the blood on his legs, there was so much. He unclenched his fists which he didn't know he'd clenched in the first place when he felt the pain stop, at least for that short period of time. He didn't only feel physical pain, but mental pain as well. He couldn't believe he thought Pitch actually cared for him. He was a useless piece of trash which nobody bothered to pick up. A piece of trash that made the streets unsightly.
Pitch had stood back, as if he were once again, admiring his 'work'. Jack struggled to slowly sit himself up and went paler than he already was upon seeing his legs. There was blood everywhere, A pool of blood surrounded him and he noticed something about the cuts. That was why it felt like patterns. One leg had the word 'Invisible' on it and the other 'Alone', both 'carved' from Jack's own skin. Jack's two greatest fears. Being invisible and alone. He grit his teeth, hatred for Pitch burning passionately inside him. Slowly, ignoring the searing pain Jack felt all around his body, Jack stood up with the aid of a nearby wall. He staggered and Pitch watched, curious as to what Jack was trying to do, why he would bother standing up.
"How... How dare you use me," Jack breathed. Pitch ordered him to speak up. He tried his best to. "I said... How dare you use me!" As he said his, he used all his strength and brought a fist up, aiming at Pitch's face. Pitch was surprised at this, but merely backed away. As Jack lost his balance and started to fall forward, Pitch took this chance to knee him in the stomach. Jack staggered back and slumped down against the wall. A long bout of coughing followed. With each cough came blood, and Nightmare sand.
As Jack coughed up more and more Nightmare sand, something happened. First, his hair changed. The black disappeared, it looked as if the Nightmare sand was dripping off it, returning to the original white, but still stained with crimson red blood. Then, his Nightmare sand hoodie disappeared as well, leaving his bare skin showing with all the old wounds. His back, the many wounds from the whips, his shoulder had also started to bleed again, the wound was still opened. And down his arm were the long cuts from Pitch's knife. The Guardians gasped the the sight of this, whereas Pitch looked on with a smug expression. Lastly, Jack's scythe returned to the original plain wooden staff.
The first thing Pitch did was to kick Jack's staff away. It was the only way Jack could fight him, after all. Not like he had much strength left anyway.
Jack really felt like dying right now. His head hut like mad and he felt faint form blood loss. Now hat Pitch's spell had worn of and he no longer had Nightmare sand to help him, he was in a very bad condition. Man protests from the Guardians melted into a chaos of noise in Jacks head, and he just felt like falling into darkness. Pitch could see him growing weaker. "Oh we can't have you falling asleep in front of your audience, deary," Pitch said, a sinister smile tugging at his lips.
Pitch knelt down and grabbed Jack by his neck and then stood upright. It looked as if Jack was weightless in his grasp. Jack made no move to stop him, his hands barely moving as he struggled to breath. His legs, which still burned from the cuts, kicked and flailed in the air. Pitch tightened his grip on Jack's neck, earning a gasp from Jack. Then, when he'd had enough, he pushed Jack into the wall. He stood over him, both hands on each shoulder. He did what he'd done before, the Nightmare sand lengthening his nails and they dug in deep to Jack's skin, clashing with his bones. it made Jack scream out until he lost his voice, the blood splattering out onto the rest of his arm and onto Pitch's hands. His old shoulder wound reopened as Pitch took his hand back, tearing off more skin from Jack, the blood spilling to the floor. Jack really wished he could just die then, if only he didn't have to suffer this much, but Pitch wouldn't let him until he'd had his fun. He knew he would die in the end, he only wanted it sooner. As Pitch took his hands back, he let jack fall to the ground, smiling evilly. He was still hungry for more when he felt a sudden burning feeling in his back. He whipped around to see the unexpected.
Ugh sorry this took so extremely long... Anyway, here it is guys!
~Shahdar out, LLAP! 3